James's POV
Every bite of dinner had been delicious. Amelia had put a lot of time and effort into making the food. As we ate, anticipation of the event to come began to build. It got to the point where I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa.
Watching her place the fork on her cherry-red lips made me envious of the fork. Watching her chest rise and fall with each breath made me harder than I had ever been. Not even the anticipation of marking John had gotten me this hard. Looking over at John, I can tell he feels the same as I do. His tongue was traching his lips as he watched Amelia.
After dinner, Amelia had John and me shower together while she prepared things in the room. Entering the room was like entering into a fairytale. Candles filled the room. Some were on the dres
